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What were the odds that she was patient zero? Even if she was, what were the odds that I was patient one?
I needed data, needed to map the spread, to measure the symptoms and progression. If they were as subtle as my new status screen implied, it could spread unnoticed for a long time before the latter stages emerged. If I was an early infection, I'd need a treatment sooner than the rest of the world could provide one.
I checked her phone, ostensibly to see the time, in fact to swipe into the emergency call window from the lock screen and remind myself of her name.
"Maria? I'm investing. You're pivoting. Keep the wholesome sisterhood angle in the ads with your logo on, but you need to make this -" I dragged a finger up along her slit, showing her the cum oozing out of her "- better-known.…
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My toy for tonight? 5'7", 32-26-35, 120 pounds give or take a few. I'd not managed to contrive to princess carry her over my bathroom scales before throwing her on the bed. I made a mental note to add a weighing mat under the bed, like they use in slaughterhouses for weighing cattle.
My heart rate? An even 70BPM. I kept my strokes long and slow, consistent, driving deep inside her, iterating on the angle, optimizing for her pupillary response. She gripped the sheets, arched her back, eyes fluttered closed.
I gripped her throat with one hand, forefinger and thumb on the carotids, enough pressure to take her pulse by touch as a substitute, but heart rate was a more flawed proxy.
"Open your eyes. Look at me."
She obeyed, biting her lower lip in affected shyness.
"Tell me about your quarterly…
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My father: Salary $80,380, professor of literature at UCLA.
My mother: Net worth $12.8 million as heir to a new-money New England family that had turned cloth factories to dressing production from the Second World War through Vietnam, the businesses now shuttered to offshoring.
He satisfied his ego and libido with the regular rotation of undergraduates. Did she know or care? Perhaps she still held to ideals of free love or had an agreement with him, or was simply oblivious to his infidelity. I didn't know and I didn't care.
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When I'd complained about the quality of my primary schooling, he'd given me a collection of books on the English boarding school experience, the system that had produced him. It wasn't clear whether he'd meant to offer it to me as an alternative or show me that…
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The Erogamer + American Psycho + The Metropolitan Man
The parasite: An alien sex parasite is spreading across Earth. It is almost undetectable and spreads through sex. Hosts who do not spread the parasite to uninfected victims slowly die from a variety of causes; hosts who spread it a lot find themselves developing powers based around what arouses them.
The protagonist: A startup entrepreneur with kinks for self-knowledge, quantification, and gamification, and an active sex life. This combination means that the parasite's powers present to them as a litRPG setup, and the included status screen makes them one of the first people on the planet to be aware of the situation.
The premise: They run the numbers. Even if they slept with patient zero, the exponential rate of parasite spread will…
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Worth the Candle features:
• Joon, isekai protagonist with depression and sexual hangups, who previously had an imbalanced relationship with the underage sister of one of his friends
• Bethel, magical house and serial killer
• Valencia, teenage girl with the power to devour devils and demons for their social or combat skills, who was rescued by Joon and spends a long while wishing for a relationship with him
In canon, Bethel rapes Joon, and then Valencia has to leave the narrative with her to try and rehabilitate her. But... what about if instead of Bethel raping Joon directly, some of their conversations went differently and she trapped them together, compelling them to have sex with each other? This would happen while Joon is avoiding spending time with Valencia as though for fear of…
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The Laundry Files series describes a setting where enough computation and the wrong algorithms produce magic, where humanity is inevitably doomed by the impending Lovecraftian apocalypse from Moore's Law and population growth. Secret occult intelligence agencies try and forestall this as best they can, with their signature equipment including smartphones with apps installed for warding, exorcism, disguise, and geases.
One fic idea that came to mind from reading the series was of somebody else, like a date rapist or phone repair tech who routinely clones phones for blackmail material, getting their hands on one of those devices and kicking off a hypno app story.
The first part would cover them getting the device and their initial experiments with it, and an amoral pursuit of sex and money…